Arriving back at twilight’s the area was still lacking any of the populace. Scarring the people off may not have been Robert’s best plan. Although now AJ was pulling up with a cart. “Twi we got a problem.” “What kind of problem?” “This guy back here.” Looking around back, another human still breathing but obvious signs of injury.” Turning to twilight, “Do you have a spare bed?” “No, why?” “Because your bed is about to become my operating table.” Picking the man up, Robert basically busted down twilight’s door and ran upstairs. Settling him on the bed Robert got his field surgery kit from his bag. Twilight now beside Robert staring, “How can I help?” Robert looked at her from the tools, “Fill the largest bucket you can find with water, a sponge and bandages. Everything else I already have.” As twilight left Robert began cutting the man’s shirt open and looking at the injury, “Bullet wound, left side above the pelvis.” Robert then proceeding to open up his patient and retrieving the bullet. “Shit it scraped.”, as Robert began taking out the shrapnel. Most of them didn’t do much damage but the liver is damaged. Looking up at his uniform Robert started stating, “Judging by clothes he looks to be part of the Russian army. Well built most likely part of the royal guard.” Twilight finally returned with everything then left as Robert shoed her off.
 
Sealing up and washing the wound, the patient started to stir. “W-Where?” Robert looked up and over at him, “Easy there lad you’re in good hands. You were injured and I just fixed you up.” He held out his hand weakly, “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet, your liver was damaged so you wont be getting drunk anytime soon.” A look of horror washed over the man’s face. Noticing the look, Robert did his best to stifle is laugh, “You’re alive mate, I think not being able to drink is a well off sacrifice for your life.” The man knew he was right but still seemed sad about it. “Now son, name and rank?” “S-Sergeant Anon… 23rd Dragoon division” “What happened to you Sergeant?” “My men were attacked … Ottoman sorcerer took out me and six of my men. Are they here?” Robert casted a sad look at him, “You’re my first arrival Sarge. I’ll have the others look out for your men. Now rest.” Robert turned to leave as Anon called back, “Wait! Who are you?” Turning around with a small smirk, “I’m the immortal soldier, if those stories ring any bells.” Anon widened his eyes, “Shepard?” “If you know my name then we’ve served together before, Sergeant where did I help mother Russia?” Swallowing his own spit, “St.Petersburg against Sweden.” “Ah the attack of the mad king? Or was when it was near the beginning of the seventeen hundreds?” “Second one sir.” “That was a good fight good thing we waited for those canister shots made thinning their ranks much easier.” Looking back Anon was now asleep, Robert found it best to leave him to rest.
 
Twilight was pacing downstairs as Robert descended from washing off the blood. She turned, “How is he?” “He’ll live but we may be looking for more as he had six others with him.” “I’ll have dash and others try and find them.” Nodding his thanks Robert stepped out the door, unfortunately also tripping over Pinkie who was right out the door. “ROBERT COME WITH ME!” Being picked up by her teeth Robert decided that there was no point in resisting. Being taken to what looked like a bakery, he was carried into what looked like a party. Then carried onto the stage or counter a bit hard to tell, and dropped. Everyone looked at him and he did the same to everyone. “ALRIGHT EVERPONY WE HAVE A NEW FRIEND ROBERT YEAHHH!” Pinkie blurted as she set off a cannon filled with cake splattering Robert in batter and frosting. Looking around some were stifling their laughter, though the only two that were laughing fully were Pinkie and Dash. ‘Pinkie was doing it to ease her friends into liking me but I’m going to have my fun too’. Waking over to Dash, Robert grabbed a chunk of batter off his arm and threw it at Dash hitting her in the face and partly eating a bit. Now Robert was laughing at Dash’s dumbfounded face. “You do not want to start this with me Shepard.” In response Robert stretched his arms open at her, “Come. At. Me. Bro!” He then proceeded to throw batter at other ponies while taking cover behind the counter. The table were food was set up was now cover as other ponies got in on the pastry fight. Pinkie was right beside him, using the cannon to full effect on out of cover targets. The fighting dissolved down to two teams; Robert’s and Dash. Robert had Pinkie but Dash had numbers, slowly becoming a losing battle for Robert. “Pinkie I have a plan but it may affect both teams, Can you full your cannon to full capacity.” “Okie doki, what are you going to do?” “Stun them with my only weapon I can think of.” He stated while taking off his clothing. Now fully naked he stood up, “FREE BALLIN DAY!” showing himself to Dash’s team. They came out of cover all focused on his wanker. “NOW PINKIE!” Rapid fire came from pinkie as Dash’s team was wiped out leaving them stunned at what just happened. Robert’s team cheered but were also looking at Robert’s package. “Yo dude what the hell!”, Dash had recovered and flew over. “What’s wrong Rainbow? Can’t handle free ballin day?” Robert was in full laughter mode as he put his pants back on. “You cheated!” “No I used what resources I had and took advantage of certain traits of my enemy, which was all of you were female. Nothing says distraction like showing my penis off at you guys.”  Her face was red as were many in the building. As if the gods themselves commanded it Twilight walked in, “Three more have showed up. They don’t look as badly injured but they still have cuts.” “Thank you Twilight, good day to all of you I have people to tend to. Walking out Twilight approached her friends, “How’d the party go?” Dash looked away blushing as pinkie hopped over and whispered everything into her ear. Her face was now blushed, “Oh my, how did it look?” “Big” one of them stated still in a bit of a daze. “And now there’s four more like him in my house.” A small grin appeared on her face as the idea was spread out amongst the others.
 
Robert returning to the house found three more Russians sitting around the table drinking oddly enough tea. “Commander!” They stood up saluting Shepard. “Now stop that I’m no commander. I’m a soldier like you guys.” The middle one shook his head, “No you are the immortal soldier, alterer of history and forger of battles. Sweden would not be under our rule without your help. Our Sergeant would not be alive without your aid.”  “And what of the rest of your men…?” “Private Trotsky; the others are dead sir. We made sure they were given proper burials before arriving sir.” “And the ottoman?” “Were not sure if he’s here sir but if he is we’ll find him.” ‘Good one thing less to worry about but feels bad to not be buried on home soil. Hopefully their souls find their way home.’ Robert strolled upstairs to see Anon sitting up looking better. “How do you feel?”, he asked as he closed the door. “Good sir a bit sore but seeing the others made everything better.” “I’m sorry about the two that were lost.” “They died fighting for their country. There is no greater honour.” Hearing Anon say that made Robert remember how he used to fight for honour. “ Are you well enough to stand?” “Yes sir.” “Then come let us speak downstairs with your men.”
 
Arriving back below talk shifted to the wars being fought. Russia was pushing the Ottomans back while to Poles had destroyed the Prussian empire and were now working on the Austrians. Tactics and strategies were exchanged back and forth, papers taking out and drawing battles for possible weaknesses. Words of laughter and anger passed from the soldiers lips as battles they lost could have won if one unit was placed differently or if another cannon was placed. Hours passed as it became a full strategy game using dice and troop stats to formulate the conquest of Europe. (Imagine risk without game pieces) Alcohol was brought out and against better judgement Anon drank as well. Day shifted to night ending with all five of them sitting by the fireplace remembering on the past. “Commander, where is the owner of the house? We must thank her for putting up with us.” “I haven’t a clue.” Robert said while standing up and sauntering to the window. “Either way we must get our house ready. I shall not borrow a lady’s house if I have my own. You guys stay here while I go find a good place to set up.”
 
Leaving the home Robert apparently remembered to bring his flashlight with him as he went out of ponyvillie. Sobering up a bit Robert found the hill where he originally started and began focusing his magic. The ground twisted and matter gathered around the area. Wooden beams and stone fittings as the house started to take shape. Large enough for his new companions he started adding the interior look, modernized on the inside but looked like a cross between a barracks and an outpost on the outside. His stuff filtered in from his bag. Then he lowered his arms, letting out a loud yawn. Looked good enough for now he thought, Robert walked back fighting the urge to fall asleep on the ground.
 
Arriving at Twilight’s, apparently Robert forgot to close the door behind him. Walking in, his Russian companions have fallen asleep in their chairs drinks still in hand. Sitting back down, Robert watched the flames die till he fell asleep.
 
Twilight schemed in her room, writing down plans for the next few weeks including a personal ‘free ballin’ for her. Not wanting to hurt any of the injured the plans are all pointing at Shepard. She giggled at her plans as she put them away to sleep.